The four left Visakhapatnam International Airport and traveled through India's chaotic traffic in a taxi. As was common to every Indian, the landscape, apparently ready to collapse, flowed harmoniously among its passers-by, pedestrians and vehicles. Ellen, naturally, looked out the window at the effervescent daily life of the country, which she had not visited for a long time, exactly one year.
After moving away from the center, in the mountains, the air changed and the suffocating heat gave way to the milder climate. The same discrepancy occurred with the absurd cacophony, which was awkward and clanging in our ears, and this silence now, broken by the wind, shaking the gains and leaves of the trees and the sounds of some animals, distant, coming from the forests.
- Have you thought about what you're going to say to him when you see him? Your great-grandfather? - Asked Reinaldo, sitting next to her.